Colors of the Moments

Further down

When we met, I saw how it would end
Your hand in mine, joy in your eyes
Snow on our shoulders, fire by our side
I knew how your skirt would rustle as you walked away
How your shoes would say, "But aren't we done?"
I heard those heavy bells in the distance
the bridge we'd set to lock and flame
The lilies pressed between the pages
of filled diaries and spoken words
And when we parted I saw the way we'd begin again:
Stars in our hands, lanterns in the sky.